I was igniting with such a lot of exhaustion my bones throbbed
I was swimming in a desolate fire of distress
I was lying in puddle of fretful cinders
I was breathing in the body of my commitment
I was not brimming with natural air and sound lungs
I was puffing little breaths trusting they would last me for atleast a day
I was liquefying and detonating into little flares of nothingness
I was arriving at the finish of myself until you flipped the coin and offered me your grace
Until you enhanced my spirit with your effortlessness
Until your soul turned into a fuel for my exhausted legs
Until you came and gave me your affection that reinvigorated my scarcely there lungs
Until your sympathy reconstructed me from the remains
Until you revived me with your being
Until you showed me the finish of me was where You began.
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With out me
Embracing me from the two sides,
Constraining a grin and clasping hands,
My folks provided me with my last visit through the house
Furthermore, it struck me how,
The house actually felt something very similar.
It hit me how little,
My nonappearance will be seen.
At the point when I fall through the entryway,
Like I've won't ever be here.
My presence disappears,
A feeling of memory.
No more they'll grin or snicker,
At the point when they contemplate me.
My face went with,
With profound despairing.
So satisfaction will attempt to fill,
The spaces I left until,
Not any more my follow you'll find,
In the home I once had.
Also, with out me they'll giggle,
Seriously, while clasping hands
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Afloat
I don't fear the murkiness in obscurity,
Be that as it may, the murkiness in the light,
who is more lost than one who sees no way out in a room with an entryway?
A room with no rooftop? no walls?
A room that doesn't exist however in that frame of mind of ones mind?
what is valid entanglement in the event that not the one nobody can see?
You can not find a key since there is no key,
Since there is no enclosure,
Since there is no jail,
What's more, the banging you hear isn't of metal cups against bars yet soul against tissue,
You can not follow your direction back home,
The way you've strolled on keeps no impressions,
Your previous taunts you from a nearby yet far distance with the joy you once lived,
Joy whose taste darkens gradually from your tongue,
You make an effort not to yet have no choice except for to awaken,
So you awaken to a reality you wish was a fantasy,
A reality where your grin resides in a photo secured in a cabinet you won't ever open,
A reality where the commitments you once made yourself are currently just an outsider's bizarre words.
~Unconventional~
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